Chapter 845

As the new day dawned, the sky of Tasupankai Village showed a dreamy color. Many wizards and spectators gathered under the tower, holding their breath for this historical moment.

The three candidates walked out of the ancient stone temple and stood side by side on the platform at the top of the ancient tower. Everyone had a different expression.

Tom Riddle had a faint smile on his face, as if he was confident about everything, or -

indifferent to all this.

Today, Tom Riddle rarely showed a happy expression -

Soon, soon, soon it will all be over.

Everything is going according to his plan.

Tom Riddle looked down at the wizards and witches who came to participate in the last round of the election for the president of the International Federation of Magic, and looked at the bustling crowd.

Facing Tom Riddle's gaze, some people felt timid and hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at him, while others raised their heads angrily and glared at Tom Riddle.

But more people smiled and nodded to Tom Riddle.

Although the theory Tom Riddle showed in the debate was radical, it was very much to their liking.

Isn't this kind of radical voice needed in this era?

Therefore, most people support Tom Riddle's election.

If it weren't for the election of the President of the International Federation of Magic, they had to go through the "Unicorn crawling" process. They all wanted to assassinate the other two candidates directly and push Tom Riddle to the position.

As time passed, the sun began to shine on the entire gathering place, illuminating every corner, and also illuminating the nervousness of everyone in the venue.

The moment to decide the final fate will eventually come.

An old man in a heavy robe slowly walked out of the temple.

Behind the old man, followed a majestic unicorn. Its tall body was almost more than one person tall, and its body was covered with golden scales, which shone brightly in the sun.

The unicorn's eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, and its four hooves stepped on the ground. Every step was accompanied by a slight thunderous sound, and it seemed that the earth could be felt.

It's about to start!

Everyone was nervously waiting.

The three candidates also slowly turned around.

With their backs to their voters, they faced Qilin.

Qilin paced forward a few steps, looking at the three candidates one by one. Its eyes were deep, as if it could see into everyone's soul. When the sound of Qilin's hooves echoed on the stone slabs, the air in the whole venue seemed to solidify.

Finally, Qilin stopped in front of the candidate in the middle -

That was Jerome Stavlock, a candidate who was not favored before, but at this moment, Qilin lowered his head, and his two forelimbs were gracefully bent, as if to express respect and recognition to him.

This action was unexpected by everyone present, and immediately triggered a slight whisper and surprised murmur.

When Qilin's action confirmed Jerome Stavlock's victory, the atmosphere in the entire gathering venue instantly became more changeable and exciting.

The unexpected choice filled the venue with sudden whispers and surprised murmurs, as if every subtle sound was trying to interpret this shocking turn.

In this mixed voice, the joy and excitement of Jerome's supporters became a significant contrast. Their cheers and leaps became the most direct emotional expression on the scene. The hugs, laughter and hat-throwing in the air in the crowd were not only an outburst of celebration of victory, but also a display of hope for the future.

At the same time, the supporters of the other two candidates, especially Tom Riddle's supporters, reacted in a different way. Faced with unfavorable results, their disappointment and dissatisfaction were expressed through low boos, which spread among the crowd with a hint of excitement and unwillingness.

Although their emotions expressed their disapproval of the results, it is undeniable that the election was conducted fairly according to the rules. Although their reactions are understandable, they cannot change the facts.

Jerome Stavlock himself was surprised and expected by this result. He first looked at Tom Riddle standing beside him without leaving any trace, and found that he did not seem to change because of this result, and still had a faint smile on his face.

But this is not a good time for Jerome Stavlock to think about what Tom Riddle was thinking.

Jerome Stavlock also bent down slightly, gently held the horns of the Qilin with both hands, and helped the Qilin up.

The Qilin raised his head and gently touched the top of Jerome Stavlock's head with his mouth--

At this point, all the procedures were completed and everything was settled.

The next president of the International Federation of Magic has been determined, and it is Jerome Stavlock.

At this time, Jerome Stavlock turned around, waved his hand, and saluted the voters who supported him and the wizards who were about to be guided by him.

The other two candidates, Tom Riddle and Bridget Baker, also turned around indifferently, and the expressions on their faces were exactly the same, as if they were confident.

"Soon. Soon." Tom Riddle did not show any frustration because of his defeat, but just looked up at the sun.

"It will be soon," Tom Riddle said indifferently.

Now he just needs to wait.

Tom Riddle thought so

"Mr. Riddle." But someone didn't want him to wait in peace. After Bridget Baker simply greeted her voters, the expression on her face turned cold, "I have a question to ask you."

"Oh?" Tom Riddle tilted his head, "I wonder if Mr. Chairman has anything to ask?"

"Mr. Riddle, I think some of your ideas are a bit radical, but I am very interested in some of the policies you proposed in the debate." Bridget Baker said politely at first, "To be honest, Mr. Riddle, although we were competitors in the past, I think we may be partners in the future."

"Oh, really?" Tom Riddle laughed softly-

At that moment, Bridget Baker had an illusion that the person standing in front of him seemed not to be the handsome young candidate, but a venomous snake that was "hissing" and spitting out its tongue.

"But there is a question. If you don't answer it clearly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to become partners." Bridget Baker changed the subject, and even her face became serious.

"According to our investigation." Bridget Baker took a few steps back and distanced herself from Tom Riddle. "The second generation of Dark Lord who is still active in this world, Voldemort, was also named Tom Riddle, and the photo of him when he was young looks exactly like you. Do you have anything to explain?"